So this should've been out months ago, but I'm lazy and I really should set myself deadlines to finish these more quickly. And this is part 3/5 in the Safe series. But it won't be finished when I upload it because it's a series of one-shjots that ill update whenever i can be arsed to write my ideas. These chapters will be set between the Safe sequel, Home, Moving On, or following the latter of the two.

Disclaimer: As per usual, I still don't own the Avengers or Clintasha yet, and if tumblr sold for $1.2 billion, then I'll never be able to buy Marvel or hire Stan Lee as my adopted grandpa. So sorry people, I only own the three kids rather than the entire Barton clan and Uncle Tony.

Also, I'm not native to New York, or the USA for that matter, so I don't know any high schools or how the American educational system runs, so I'm making these high schools up because I'm English.

This one takes place between Home and Moving On. However, for everyone looking confused as to why part 2, Home hasn't been published yet, it's because I haven't written yet. I'll upload it when I have. I just thought, hey, I haven't uploaded anything in months, so I'll give you all a late Christmas/early New Years present so...

Thomasbrooke High School

Natalia Nadia Barton, or Natalie "Naddy" Burton as she went by whilst not with her family, had been at Thomas-something High for the better part of six weeks. Thats six weeks she'd managed to last without threatening another student, getting kicked out or having to move because her slightly crazed, genius billionaire ex-playboy philanthropist uncle decided to do something drastic.

At first it got a bit annoying, having to enrol in a new high school every few weeks, but she quickly got used to it and completed her work at home under her family's tutoring, but she managed to finish her year's worth of courses within six months. It was either that or be stuck re-starting her courses with the high schools every other week. But still, she was forced to attend lecture like every other teenage, just for the sake of looking more normal. Then on top of that there was her severe lack of friends, due to the constant moving and the fact that she couldn't tell anyone the truth about her situation. At least when she'd been with Sojo she'd been able to attend the same school for the majority of her life, whilst lying to her friends about the awesome life she had with her "mom".

But believe it or not, the eldest Barton was happy. She saw her dad at least twice a week rather than once every four months if she was lucky, she got to see her brother and her week-old baby sister Alyona, and her mom was even on maternity leave for another seven months (seen as though she stopped working when she was four months pregnant). Heck, she even got to see the rest of her "relatives" regularly – her uncles in the Avengers and their partners, her aunties – at least four times a week for tutoring.

Natalie stood impatiently twiddling her thumbs outside her biology classroom waiting for her greasy haired teacher to show up to actually teach her lesson – not that she knew what he was talking about.

So as soon as she heard the sound of familiar footsteps approaching her from behind, her she tensed up. A quick glance to her left revealed that her assumption was correct, as she spotted her uncle strutting confidently down the hallway with her teacher, Mrs Brunswick, on his arm.

"So Susannah, I can call you Susannah right? Well I'm not calling you Mrs Brunswick, it makes us both feel old," Tony flirted. The forty-something year old teacher giggled like a school girl with a crush. Oh brother, Nadia thought.

"And all the money will go directly into modernising the science wing," he continued. "Because I'm the face of science, and science is awesome." [A.N./ free virtual fez to that belonged to him if you can guess the character who said that/the name of the show if you guess correctly. Or maybe bowties or Stetsons if you'd prefer them to the fez.]

Natalie just rolled her eyes and began to tune him and her surroundings out. Well, she did until Stark began to incessantly nudge her shoulder blade with his index finger [A.N./ minds out of the gutter, I mean he just won't stop poking her shoulder until she gets her attention]. It looked like she'd won the bet with her mother about how long it would take her eccentric uncle to find her.

"Mr Sta – I mean Tony, please can you stop poking my student? It will probably result in some kind of harassment charges."

Natty's patience snapped. She grabbed Tony's hand and twisted it harshly behind his back.

Mrs Brunswick glared at her student with both a mixture of shock, horror and disapproval. "Burton, stop!" Her facial expression quickly changed, and in a flirtatious, sweet voice she continued. "We don't want Mr Stark to press charges."

Tony laughed. "It's okay, Katniss doesn't like surprise visits." He winced as he retracted his hand. "And she's also my niece. And she might be the kid of two of the world's best spies who thought a good bonding experience would be to teach her to shoot with incredible accuracy."

At this point, students who had been in their classrooms were now crowding the hallway, along with the teachers, all of them pushing each other, vying for the best view. One hundred percent of them were paying attention to every word of the conversation.

"Why are you here Uncle Tony?"

"Because I miss you."

"Bullshit." She quipped. "He saw me last night, he doesn't miss me. And now mom owes me money for winning our bet," she casually stated as she stood filing her nails with a pocket knife which had appeared out of nowhere.

"Jesus Merida! Stop being so normal about all those hidden weapons you never leave the house without."

"And he wouldn't sue me anyway Mrs Brunswick, as he's scared of my mom and doesn't want to get into trouble with her for getting me kicked out of another school. And he loves me so it's a good job I love him too. Otherwise he'd have a knife in his back, an arrow up his ass and a widow bite scar on his throat."

"I'm bored. Let's just go already Iron Ass."

"She comes from a family of crazies, and her parents are government approved psychopaths," he stated as a way of attempting to explain what had just happened.

WHOOOOOSSSHHH.

Tony looked up to see the pocket knife embedded into the locker half an inch above his skull. Stepping forward, he ran his hand through his hair and discovered that his beloved niece had left a Mohawk shaped gap where she had thrown her knife. He sighed, like he didn't expect anything different of her.

The crowd parted around her like the Red Sea did for Moses as she strode off.

"You better bring my knife Uncle Tony or I'll gut you," Nadia called in an innocent voice.

Tony scowled as he yanked the knife from it's position in the locker. As soon as he turned around and saw everyone's slack jawed expressions he burst out laughing. He loved the affect he had on people, but in his opinion, the reactions people had to his niece of a much higher entertainment value. "I love that girl."

"By boring normal people," he waved over his shoulder as he cockily walked through the gap which the teenage ninja had left in the crowd. "I've got a babysitting appointment."

All the confused people heard as Tony walked off talking into his Stark phone was something about someone called Jarvis and removing video footage.

Et voilà people. All done. Thanks for reading.